Poetry

Opening the emergency hatch on a moving vehicle.

Putting boiled eggs in the freezer.

Lying to you friends.

Petting a growling dog.

Having life insurance expire.

Segregating the cats

so one can build his confidence back up.

If only the smaller one could not hear him playing.

Even if she is in a different room.

Her toys are hers.

All toys are hers.

Even if she doesn’t like playing with them.

Still, I try.

Hopefully one day she won’t be so jealous.

Time marches forward.

Many times we would like to go back.

But the only way to change to the future

is by acting in the now.

I do not always react in the now.

Most times it is days or weeks from now.

Pliable.

Elastic.

Mobile.

Fraught with stress.

Never ending frowns.

Comments are to be kept to themselves.

What profession are you in?

Someone can be an amateur for years

and yet novices can be professionals.

The disparity between the job

and the experience is not always clearly defined.

I am a professional mom

but I would not call myself

a professional homemaker.

I simply am.

Inspired treats.

Like fried rice or

Szechuan beef.

If not for those who come to us

we would not know

some many wonderous things.

When the book you are reading is so good

that you need more bookmarks!

That the new year is a better year.

That my finances are solvable.

That I can help my child move forward towards independence.

I can be optimistic about my future.

That I can break a few bad habits.

Spelling mistakes are common.

Peace must involve everyone.

Society has pressures you can not conrtrol.

I have a big head.

I have made my share of mistakes.

There has been plenty of things I have done wrong.

Some decisions I made were bad. Very bad.

Even if you don’t believe me,

I am sorry.

I truly do not like hurting others.

But this isn’t about me.

This is what you hold in your heart.

If you can forgive me, I would be glad.

Though I would understand if you were still mad.